My teacher. | l.s. [Rewrite]

Enlightenment

When we arrived in front of Louis' and Zayn's apartment building almost an hour later my stomach turned at the memory of the events of the last time I was there. Louis had told me that it was just a bit of fun for him and that he didn't love me, but now I knew that he was lying to me. I was glad he did, well, not that he lied to me and broken things off with me, but that it meant more to him than what he had said.

We entered the building and waited for the lift to arrive. When the doors opened and we stepped inside I rested my head on the cold metal of the door and sighed in anticipation. I didn't know if I was ready to see Louis after all.

"You alright, mate?" Niall asked me and I opened my eyes to look at him.

"I don't know. I hope everything's going fine. But even if not I have nothing to lose, right?" I smiled weakly and Niall rolled his eyes.

"Don't be so dramatic, Harold."

"I'm not. It's just...I don't know..." I shrugged.

"Don't worry. You'll be fine." Liam patted my back and smiled softly.

Shortly after the doors opened and we stepped out of the lift and stopped in front of the flat.

"Are you ready?" Liam asked already raising his hand to knock on the door.

I nodded and so did Niall just as Liam knocked twice. After two or three minutes we heard muffled noises and some swearing and then the door opened and my jaw dropped...

Louis stood there with his hand on the door staring at us frozen on his spot. The only material he was wearing was a really, really small towel that hung dangerously low on him, reaching only to his mid thighs. His hair was damp and his tanned chest was covered in droplets of water. He was in shock, he wasn't moving an inch, I wasn't even sure if he was even breathing at all but honestly I was no different at the moment.

It was dead silent until Louis cleared his throat eventually when he regained himself and averted his eyes from me. He slowly lowered them to his lower half where the towel was hanging and then they snapped back to us and his cheeks turned crimson red. He took two steps back and one to the right so he stood slightly behind the door now to cover himself up as good as possible.

"Zayn!" He called out loudly, a slight panic evident in his voice.

He probably thought we were there to see Zayn and not him but neither of us told him why we were really there, too shocked to see him now like this. "Someone is here to see you!" He shouted in a slightly high-pitched voice, clearly uncomfortable and embarrassed.

I was sure my cheeks were bright red although I had seen him naked a thousand times before. I looked at my feet so he couldn't see my face, I was already embarrassed for a lifetime.

"Who is it?" Zayn shouted from his room.

Louis rolled his eyes, gesturing for us to come in before turning in Zayn's direction and crossing the living room into the hallway with quick steps. "Get your lazy ass over here. Your boyfriend's here."

Zayn's door opened and he stepped out into the hallway past Louis. "What? No, he's at home..." Zayn replied confused but stopped when he saw us and his eyes went wide. "What are you doing here? All of you?" He asked surprised and looked at us. Then he looked at the spot where Louis had been, but now he was gone and we only heard his bedroom door slamming shut.

"We wanted to talk to you." Liam said as he sat down on the couch, Niall and I followed him quickly.

"About?" Zayn questioned as he sat in front of us.

"Maybe you should get Louis here too. It also involves him." Liam said nervously and Zayn frowned.

"Alright, what's going on here?" He asked suspiciously.